Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 970

Thinking back to the vile conversation she had just overheard, Claire let out a bitter, mocking laugh. "He honestly probably thinks I'm just throwing a dramatic fit to get his attention."

After all, for years, he had been entirely conditioned to her absolute obedience. He was so used to her endless compromises that the concept of her actually wanting a divorce simply could not compute in his arrogant brain.

Sandra didn't know what else to say. She just gently rubbed Claire's back in a comforting gesture.

"Let's drink. I refuse to let irrelevant garbage ruin my night." Claire grabbed a bottle and poured herself a full glass. "A toast. To my impending freedom."

By the time the party finally wound down, Claire was completely hammered.

Sandra slung Claire’s arm over her shoulder, practically dragging her out the front doors of the club to hail a cab.

At that exact moment, Felix and his entourage stumbled out of the VIP exit. Evan, walking at the front of the pack, spotted them immediately. He blinked in surprise. "Whoa. Isn't that your wife?"

Felix froze dead in his tracks, his eyes narrowing sharply as he locked onto the figures near the street. It only took him a fraction of a second to recognize her.

Without a word, he broke away from the group and stalked straight toward her.

Sandra was busy on the phone with the cab driver, trying to explain their location. Suddenly, the weight of Claire’s arm vanished from her shoulder.

She whipped around, her eyes widening in shock as she watched Felix Quigley yank Claire violently by the arm, dragging her backward into his solid chest. His face was a mask of pure ice.

Claire’s head was spinning from the alcohol. She smashed face-first into what felt like a brick wall and let out a pained hiss. "Who the hell is that?"

She tilted her head back, glaring at the man gripping her arm like a vice. The moment her blurry vision focused on his face, her expression twisted in fury. "Let go of me!"

"When did you get back to Northcrest?" Felix ignored her completely, his grip tightening hard enough to bruise.

The pain radiating from her arm fueled her rage, and she kicked violently at his shins. "None of your damn business when I got back! Let go of me right now, or I swear to God I'm calling security!"

Felix sneered, utterly unfazed by the threat. "Evan and I own this club. Security works for me."

"Mr. Quigley, there's no need to force her like this."

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